Heh. More in that vein, but not.
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I am chained to this rock, guarded by this dragon, sleeping deeply in this glass coffin, forced to drudgework by my stepmother, ignored by my father, kept captive by a brute, cursed by a fairy, enchanted by an evil witch, locked in a tower.
You are my prince. You carry a magic sword, ride the whitest of horses, wear the most magnificent armour and bear the blessing of the gods. You are the slayer of wolves, the knower of names, a breaker of spells, seer of truth.
I know the man behind the beast. Why haven't you rescued me yet?
OK, that last line is as nummy as it is petulant. I adore the "aHEM, hel-LO, we're burning DAYLIGHT here, clock's a-TICKING, yo......" feel.
Amy remember that thing? Not me, baby. ita.
ita, these are great. Ginger, you gave me (actual) chills.
Oh, and Amy made me very happy with:
There's a T-shirt now that says "I wear black on the inside."
Amy remember that thing? Not me, baby. ita.
What now? Am I being a goober again?
Our conversation about a Fairy Tale project. It was a long time ago, so you shouldn't feel badly for forgetting. Your clearly delighted response to ita's drabbles are what reminded me.
Heh. I actually knew what Cindy was talking about.
I have just cracked the 30K word mark on Cleveland Rocks. Fear me.
Well, I did write a sex scene today...it turned out, as mine usually do, to be heavier than I expected. Writing people's issues does seem to mean that I'm never gonna be Beach Book Romp Girl...I'm confused about how I feel about that.
Our conversation about a Fairy Tale project.
Oh, I remember! Now, I mean. Brain apparently didn't get completely charged last night.
But you're still wrong. ita would be fabulous (*is* fabulous), but I'd love to see what you did with some fairy tales.
I have just cracked the 30K word mark on Cleveland Rocks. Fear me.
::cries::
I want to be you just for the next week or so, until I turn this &%$#ing book in.
